Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Crash Sex: Male Age: Colt Species: Unicorn Eye Color: Brown Coat Color: Orange Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Short, shaggy, black hair on his head Physique: On the muscular side Cutie Mark: A wrench in screwdriver crossed in an x Origin/Residence: Manehatten/Nowhere, he lives on the road Occupation: Any work he can find Motivation: Travel the world while making enough money to get by. Likes: working out, originality, messing around, manual labor if he's in the mood Dislikes: hypocrites, sports, high society snobs, hunting Character Summary: Crash is a rough n' tough traveler who's home is anywhere the road is bar the occasional hotel room. Though he loves his family like anyone else would, he deemed his home as lacking excitement. When old enough, he set out to begin life on his own, going wherever fate felt like leading him. He's not afraid to get his hooves dirty with a fight if somepony is disrespectful to him or anypony else who doesn't deserve to be treated as such. Since he lives life as a wanderer, any friendships he makes aren't kept long. Even though he may get bored or lonely due to a lack of social interaction, he loves his exciting way of life and claims he would never give it up. Crash himself is a friendly, lighthearted, and fun loveing guy. He will often crack jokes in order to amuse himself and keep those around him in good spirits. Though he may at times come off as brash or immature, he has a rather large soft side and isn't afraid to, say, comment on a little foul drawing a picture of his teacher and giving it to her by saying, "isn't that sweet?" Because of his rather bulky build, he feels a responsibility of sorts to keep the ponies around him safe from harm. Crash's cutie mark story goes back to when he still lived his life in Manehatten. A few friends of his were set on playing their own garrage band rock concert. Crash himself wasn't part of it since he had no musical prowless, but was supportive none thee less. His friends had tallent no doubt, but were definitely lacking in organization, planing, and anything else that didn't involve the actual playing of an instrument. He gladly offered his assistence and performed a variety of tasks that included building the stage, publicitizing it, and even went through the trouble of adding special effects by building a fog machine and rigging up some simple pyro. Even on the day of the concert when one of the band members triped and broke his guitar he was carrying, just minutes before showtime, Crash mannaged to fix it up and tune it in record time. As watched his friends perform and the crowd cheering them, he didn't even notice until after as his cutie mark appeared. If not for his behind the scenes work and enginuity, his friends entire endevour would have been a complete bust.